Chapter 2
So here's chapter 2, I hope you like it and greygirl2358 I will be explaining why Luke left in a chapter or two. Please read and review! And sorry for the grammatical mistakes, I didn't have a chance to edit this before posting xx
The wheels screeched and the plane shuddered as they landed into their new lives. The seatbelt signed flickered and went off with a tuneful ding, Isabelle stood; eagerly waiting to finally meet her biological father. She glanced back, her twin was still strapped into the seat, unmoving. Isabelle turned completely round and leant down, "Clary, come on; we have to go meet Luke."
Clary's eyes snapped to Isabelle, "What if he doesn't like us Izzy? What if this is worse than Valentine?" She knew in her heart that anything was better than Valentine, I mean, he raped them for god's sake!
Izzy leant down and kissed her sisters unnaturally skinny cheeks. Voicing Clary's thoughts she said, "Come on, Clary. You know that isn't possible." She smiled softly and grabbed her sister's clammy hands.
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Clary was nervous, that was an understatement. She was terrified about meeting him. What if he wasn't all she had hoped, what if he wasn't like the man she had imagined, taking her away into a happy life? Hadn't her mother even said that Luke wouldn't love them? That he had lost all love for them when he left them, broke and alone?
They turned the corner and were met by a crowd of people. Looking over people's heads, Izzy spotted a man that matched the description their mother had given them. Squeezing Clary's hand she led her over to him, introducing herself and Clary.
"Hi, you must be Luke! I am Isabelle, or you can call me Izzy, and this is my sister, Clarissa-"
"I know who you are; do I look like an idiot?" Luke snarled, his handsome features twisted into a sneer. His skin was very much like Isabelle's, smooth, slightly tanned. And easily seen beneath the tight suit were arms and legs, laced with muscle. Izzy's opened mouth snapped shut very quickly when she realised that it had fallen open.
Clary, still silent stared at her shoes; dirty old converse, trashed beyond repair. Valentine, being a cheap-skate had never bothered to by his stepdaughters any more than one pair of shoes. I mean, Izzy and Clary had so little possessions that they were able to carry everything they owned in one small carry-on luggage bag!
This man, was definitely not everything Clary had hoped for. He was rude insolent and looked down on the girls so fiercely that Clary felt herself trying to fold in on itself. Izzy, on the other hand, had no issues with looking him in the faced, almost daring him to do something about it in a public place.
Clary, could almost understand his frustration with them. I mean, who wanted to get up at 4 in the morning to drive and pick up a pair of daughters, he hadn't seen in 11 years. They clearly were starting off on the wrong foot. She just wished, that if there was a god in this forsaken world, that things would improve from now on.
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It turned out that Clary had half gotten her wish. As they pulled up the front of the apartment building Luke lived in, in his Bentley, she was struck by the enormity that was Luke's penthouse suit. It was huge open-layout, high ceilings and smooth, polished floorboards. The kitchen was set to one side of the apartment, the living area just in front with a large plasma screen.
But what captured Clary's eyes was the large window that covered the entire west wall. The glass was so clear, she felt as though if she were to touch it, it wouldn't be there at all. The view from it was spectacular, the penthouse suite was high up enough that you could see the New York skyline, she made out the icons of the city: Empire State Building, Chrysler Building, Rockefella Centre, and the World Trade Centre.
But she was unable to get a detailed glimpse, as Luke yanked on her arm, dragging her to a room off to the side that she would have missed. Keeping hold of her arm, in a painfully tight grip he opened the door to reveal a very large, sparsely furnished room. It had two double beds pushed against the back wall, a bedside table separating the beds. Izzy squealed ad ran into the room throwing the small suitcase on one of the beds. She turned back her eyes glassy, and face flushed she finally managed to squeal out a very high pitched, "Omigod! Clary, look at this room! Thank you Luke, oh thankyou!"
Luke nodded and shut the door after hissing that he was going to work, and could do whatever the fuck they liked, but he expected dinner on the table when he got home at 7:30 this evening.
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Clary, stood in that room for hours, but eventually her body betrayed her and she felt herself getting hungry. As she walked out of her new room she took more time to take in her surroundings, Luke's colour scheme tended to be pale on pale colours. She couldn't help but let the artist within her think that a few bit colours here and there would complete the look. It needs a women's touch, she thought.
Izzy was rushing around looking at everything and it seemed as though she had already familiarized herself with everything. She bounded over to her twin, a grin plastered on her face. Her enthusiasm was hard to resist.
After grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, she reluctantly allowed Izzy to give her a tour of the place. There were at least 6 rooms, five (now four) of them empty. They were all the same as the girls, sparse and pale. But as they walked down a narrow hallway, they found there was only one door, right at the end. Izzy, beginning to get worried, told Clart not to go down there. "Shut up, Izzy, I can hear something…"
Clary was right, something was making a sound. The sound was eerie, it sounded as though something were scratching repeatedly at the door. A slight jingle of metal and a small whimpering yowl. Then a scream, but this was no ordinary scream, it was bloodcurdling. It would have made even a man like Valentine crawl into a ball and cover his ears.
This scream seemed to draw on and on, never ending. Backing up and grabbing Isabelle's arm, Clary felt herself shuddering. Whatever was down there it definitely wasn't human. They ran back out to the kitchen, panting and shivering. Goosebumps travelled over Clary's arms; wrapped around her small body. Isabelle was shaking. It seemed as if Clary was affected by it more so than Isabelle. Finally one of them spoke:
"What the bloody fuck was that!" Isabelle swore.
Clary shuddered, "I don't know Izzy, I honestly don't fucking know… Don't ever go down there again, do you hear me? Ever!"
Izzy nodded quickly her hair flicking about. Clary turned and stalked quickly over to the microwave, the time on the display said that it was 3:47 in the afternoon. Clary quickly walked over to the fridge, it was empty. She walked over to the pantry. Empty.
"How the fuck are we supposed to make dinner if there is no fucking food in this place except apples!" Clary yelled angrily
"Wow, chill Clary. We'll go get some now."
Clary looked at her sister and said tiredly rubbing her temples, "And how the hell do you suppose we pay for it?"
"Luke has a stash of credit cards hidden in a spare wallet on top of the fridge, don't worry I have already sussed it out."
She strode over to the fridge and grabbed something from the top of the fridge, sure enough, it was a wallet. Clary walked over and grabbed the wallet, "Well, let's go get some food!"
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Grabbing a set of keys hanging by the door they walked out of the penthouse. Walking through the lobby of the hotel, they got lots of strange looks. Clary shot a glare at anyone who stared, she felt her eyes blazing. Clary wrapped an arm protectively around Isabelle whose long strides were getting faster and faster as they neared the door.
They burst out onto the street, greeted by an array of smells; the overpowering smell seemed to come from a hotdog stand near-by, closely followed by the wafting smell of garbage and the homeless.
Crossing the street and wandering around for a while, they finally came across a Wholefoods Markets. They entered and were greeted, then they began to wander around; up and down the aisles. Isabelle stopped and flirted with one of the workers, he was gangly and had brown hair; also had large glasses which he seemed to be continually pushing up his nose. She overhead him saying his name was Simon.
Leaving Isabelle to her fun, Clary, walked around picking up things to make a simple dinner of spicy curry chicken and rice. She walked up the spice aisle, seeing the paprika was on the top shelf she attempted to jump for it. She attempted three times before turning and leaning against the shelf groaning. With her eyes closed she couldn't tell where the small chuckle came from. Opening her eyes, she took in the figure before her. Her mouth fell open, standing in front of her was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.
Her eyes travelled over his gorgeous body: his shoes were black high-top converses, tucked into them were a pair of maroon skinny jeans, clearly showing off toned legs, the jeans hung low on his hips. His shirt was grey and a low cut V-neck, plainly showing the beginning of a muscles abdomen. He probably has washboard abs, Clary thought. But it was his face that took her breath away, his tan, golden skin, a strong jawline, and his eyes, oh his eyes, they were a golden amber, the colour of honey. His hair was a light blonde, a perfect face; if not for the slight chip in the left incisor tooth.
His eyes were clearly showing curiosity, though quickly masked by the look of arrogance and superiority. He said something, though Clary didn't hear.
"I am sorry, what did you say?" she asked quietly, looking back down at her shoes.
"I said, take a picture it will last longer." His voice was rich and velvety, perfect except for the words that it spoke.
She looked up and felt her eyes narrow, "What do you want?"
His eyebrows shot up, "Well it looks as thoygh you cannot reach the top shelf, I thought I would be a gentleman and help out a fair maiden such as yourself; but I was clearly mistaken."
Clary's chin lifted up and she hissed, "Whatever."
The mysterious golden-haired boy rolled his eyes and moved closer to Clary. She flinched back, her brain momentarily flashing back to Valentine and his rape sessions. He moved back quickly, his eyes flashing to hers.
He held out his hand, producing the bag of paprika, placing it in the basket on her arm. Smirking he leaned in a said seductively, "See you around." Clary let out a petrified shriek and shoved him back. She felt herself going into a panic attack, still shrieking and yelling she fell over the basket that had been dropped. The boy, reached out quickly and Clary managed to slide away from him on the linoleum floor.
"Clary!" she heard her sister yell out. The boy was leaning over her, concern and confusion clearly marked all over his face. She saw her sister appear, and shove him out of the way. "Clary!" Her voice sounded particularly far away, things were going dark, the sounds of the scream she'd heard earlier ringing in her ears. Dark spots clouded her vision, and the last thing she saw was golden eyes on hers. Then she was gone
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How was that for Chapter 2? And sorry to end it on a cliffy. Please review, and if you have any suggestion or questions fell free to ask! What was behind the mysterious door? Who could that golden haired boy be? *wink wink* Also they will be having their first day of school soon xx
Also the car Luke has is a 2013 model Bentley Continental GT Speed
And you can find the website for the inspiration of the penthouse on my profile.
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